was clear-cut self-defense but have to go to the office. mr. finch, do you think jem kill bob you will? do you think that? you heard what scout said, there is no doubt about it. she said jem got up, yanked him off her and probably got hold of his knife somehow in the dark. we will find out tomorrow. mr. finch, hold on, said mr. tate. jem never stabbed him. atticus was silent. >> that mr. tate as if he appreciated what he said but atticus shook his head. is mighty kind of you and i know you are doing it from that good heart of yours but don't start anything like that. mr. tate got up and went to the edge of the porch and sped into the shrubbery and thrust his hand into his hip pockets and faced atticus. like what? i am sorry if i spoke sharply but nobody -- i don't live that way. nobody is going to hush anything up, mr. finch, mr. tate's voice was quiet but his. fourth planted on the porch floor boards it seemed they grew their. the curious contest the nature of which was alluding me it was developing between my father and sheriff. it was atticu